wingless
but oh do I ever
know how to bend
*
the sun, perhaps,
or a stick—for the bug, always
a reason to sing
*
at the precipice
I did not yet know
I could fly
*
falling apart, falling
apart, each misshapen piece
perfect
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged embracing what is, haiku, petroglyphs, poem on May 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
wingless
but oh do I ever
know how to bend
*
the sun, perhaps,
or a stick—for the bug, always
a reason to sing
*
at the precipice
I did not yet know
I could fly
*
falling apart, falling
apart, each misshapen piece
perfect
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, petroglyphs, poems on May 27, 2012| 4 Comments »
your hand
even when you’re not here
it holds me
*
pearls inside her
luster
turns to flesh
*
this algal strand
same blueprint with a twist
this milky way
*
climbing the rungs
of myself, oh silly woman
still reaching
*
bliss
not the new green bud itself
but the noticing
*
laughing at me
all those angels
I never believed in